Pescador

[Verse 1] Fuck y'all, y'all can eat a dick Best believe I spit Lethal shit When on this speaking stick Peep the fish Got them quiet like they plead the fifth Do you know who you're speaking with? I set trends when I dropped Weekends, bitch None of y'all bitches can keep up with me Clothes stay crispy Pretty girls mouth is what my dick see She spit it up in a Dixie Cup All these blogs can kiss my butt I don't give a fuck I'ma grip my nuts And spit my stuff Uh, let me tell you about my days Let me tell you how I hated myself And I hated my name And I hated my fame But I, I really grew up though Found out you can't trust those Suspect bros Who're up your ass and your butt hole Would probably fuck your girl just to get out a nut though I'm bringing back what the fuck flows I'm tryna get rich and I'm tryna tear up shows Flare up my nose In the face of the opponent Let them know I own it And I'ma make it in a moment [Hook] Pescador X8